Once again, it's Thursday, and Michelle is making us run around with our cameras snapping away willy-nilly. And this made me realize that my neighborhood is a lot cleaner than it used to be (not a non sequitur at all). Ya see, Michelle had a lot of brown in today's assignment. And my inner eight-year-old wanted a shot of some huge steaming dog crap. (The steam would have been a bonus, but can't ya just picture it?) Anyway, I couldn't find any dog shit! None! I'll tell ya; It's one thing that Bloomberg is outlawing cigarettes everywhere. It's one thing that you can't find any fries done up in month old, gelatinous saturated fat. But I say he's GONE TOO FAR, when you can't find a proper steamer on the sidewalk!
So, while I try to get over my disappointment, here's what I came up with.
Brown Plant Matter
A Brown Man In Brown Clothes and His Brown Truck (Brown Vehicle and Something Else Brown)
Sign (and it's something else else brown!)